Chapter 9
Grown-ups tend to forget some of the tortures of adolescence, of puberty, of attaining the physical attributes of sexuality without inheriting the legal or-if such a word may be used in this connection-moral freedom to enjoy them. Even in adulthood, lingering old wounds of guilt from our hideous childhood's teachings harry us, diluting our pure animal joy in the chance fuck which should be nothing but delight and rich experience.
In his bedroom, almost in pain from the engorgement of blood in his big dick, Kelly James remembered the feel of Myrna Wheeler's soft, slickly warm pussy, the charge it had given his cock, the soft squeeze she had given his quickening organ as they kissed. "I could have stuck it in her right there in the office," he muttered, his face flushed. "Shot a load into her that would choke a mule." He remembered her softly rounded, deeply creviced pussy from twenty years ago, when they were both in high school. And later, after he came home on occasional visits from Stanford. A lovely fuck!
Now they were both grown, getting into their middle years. She was single, hot, aching for it. Why, then, did he feel guilty?
The answer eluded him, or rather, he evaded it. He flirted with it. Cheating on his daughter? Crazy. "I just had that one fast whirl with her last night," he said half-aloud. "Most people would say it was the worst thing I could do." He sighed. Maybe it was because he so badly needed a female that was his, a cunt to dominate. He arose from where he sat on the bed and walked to the door, some idea of locking it, of cutting short this incestuous romance with his daughter chasing through his mind. But, as he thought of her cushiony little mound, so nice and hairy for such a young girl, and its slit, so hungrily grasping his finger and pumping out its warm, clear juice, he groaned and went back to the bed.
Actually, Eva had her hand on the door. She was frightened again, waiting for the Old Testament God's avenging bolt of lightning to come down through their roof and slay her, there in the hall. She had responded to the lure of her father's cock automatically as she saw it through the door. This had been a confusing two days. Too lovely, really. It didn't seem moral or right for anyone, certainly any girl her age, to do so much so quickly. To learn so much. To act as a teacher and protector to her young brother. If she had been her own exorcist, she would have pointed a finger in her face and shouted, "What right have you to these wicked pleasures?"
If I were grown up, she thought, I'd rise above this. Not knowing, of course, that her grown up father suffered even worse pangs. For a split second, it seemed horrible to her that she had allowed the fiery demands of her aching young cunt, the dreadful, alluring beauty of her father's hard cock, to overcome all that she had ever been taught. Not Jodie. With Jodie, guilt might come later, but for now, knowing his need for her, it seemed "all right" to fuck him. Or to suck him. Presumptuous to be a teacher at thirteen? Maybe. It was a hard, long moment as she held the knob of her father's bedroom door, a numbing sensation seeming to strike her hottest parts.
But something decided her. It was her father's groan, uttered as he battled the same devils from his past. Her father. In pain? She could not allow that. Sin be damned. Her own needs didn't count.
Or at least, that was her thought. That her needs, her heat, were beside the point. If she allowed them to lead her, that was sinful. If it was for her dad, it was the right thing to do. Just as if he had been her brother, needing help.
And, strangely enough, she was right.
Kelly gasped as the door opened. He wanted to hide his cock, and still, he didn't. After all, this wonderful little kid, this girl with the lovely, cone-shaped mounts of titty-meat and the tiny little pussy with all that curly hair, had asked him to help her. As he remembered her plea for help last night, fear and guilt left him. His heart pounded, his cock seemed once more worthy of him.
"Hi, baby," he whispered, pulling his daughter down on the bed and taking off her robe. "Let me hold you a minute." He kissed her, pushing his big tongue into her mouth, delighted to feel her tremble at the lingual embrace. Like it was my cock going into her, he thought in complete lust. A guy could fuck a woman, shove his tongue into her mouth, then, if he felt raunchy enough, stick his finger up her ass. "Airtighting" a girl. That's what that bird from Texas, Jorge Leyes, used to say. That fool Texan! "Airtighting!"
He continued kissing his daughter, running his free hand down over her soft little titties, gently pinching their hard nipples. She humped up off the bed and his mouth slipped. There it was again, that taste of pussy. So exciting that he almost shot his load into the air. That kid with the hairless pussy! God! What he'd give to pry her thighs apart and eat her cunt! It made him slide his big hand down his daughter's belly, into the warm, slick crack where her cunt began, pressing gently where he knew her clit lay hidden.
She pulled away from him. "Did you think it was something terrible for me to be, uh, playing with my friend?" she asked, but she was confident, no longer defensive. Somehow, just being naked and warm with her father, holding his cock, having him fumbling around in her slit, gave her a sense of equality. And actually, while she had asked him for help, she knew now that it was an act of seduction on her part. A chance to look at and hold his dick. A chance to show and flaunt her cunt. She shivered. She had never believed that she could ever reach this pinnacle of boldness.
She bent and took the purple head of her dad's peter into her mouth. It seemed bigger than last night. And not so pungent. Last night, of course, it had been bedewed with the magical elixir of another woman's pussy. A sister, fucked by this same guy.
She sucked the head like a plum, with her lips, then rammed her tongue against the leaking little slit. A rill of juice emerged.
"Hey, watch it!" she cried. "You're about to shoot it!"
Her dad stroked her sleek, dark head.
"That's not real cum-juice," he said. "That's what they call pre-seminal fluids. It's supposed to, uh, lubricate."
She was heated by the thought. To lubricate. That meant one thing-to prepare for a fuck. She was curious. "To lubricate me? Or you?" She held the big tool, pumping her hand up and down.
Her dad was charged with joy as she entered into such foreplay.
"Maybe both," he said. "Hey, remember I said I had two surprises for you?" He reached for a white paper bag on the dresser.
"Yeah," Eva answered. "This and what else?" She was shivering with anticipation, holding this huge prick, knowing it had been in her last night. Part way in, anyhow. And that it had shot its cream into her mouth, too. Nothing had ever tasted so exciting to her.
"Naw, baby," her dad answered. "My cock's no surprise. It'll always be hard for you. Here. This is a three-month supply of birth control pills."
He eyed her expression with interest. I can shoot my jism into her all I want, he thought, and not knock her up. It was heady wine, this thought. It made his cock throb harder.
"And this will let me get into you without so much trouble," he said, handing her a big tube. "It's the slickest stuff in the world. An elephant could get it into a flea with this stuff. You see," he added, "I know it hurt you last night. And it hurt me, too. But I loved it!"
Eva felt immeasurably better. How had she ever gotten into that terrible guilt feeling? She looked at her dad with excitement on her pretty little face. "I wish I had my glasses on," she joked. "This enormous old thing is so pretty, I'd like to see him better! Ooooh! I wish I could have all of him in me! Let's look!"
She jumped up and looked at herself in the tall mirror. "Get up with me," she pouted, and her dad stood up. She turned them both sideways and moved so that his hard tool was angled up by her. It was almost frightening. "It has to go up, or it couldn't all get in," she whispered, her mouth suddenly drooling spit. "It's as long as I'm thick." She shivered and put her face up to be kissed.
"Give me the slickum," she cried. "Let me put it on!"
She bathed her dad's cock with the slick stuff, then rolled on her back, holding her legs up, forcing her fat young cuntlips apart so that her pink little cluster of labia and bubbling cunt muscles were offered to him. "Give it to me!" she cried as the big man sheepishly knelt between her open thighs.
He moved so that her slippery hands could aim his cockhead at her trembling fuck hole. She pulled and he pushed. There was a giant slug of pain in her guts as the big head pushed past the muscles left shuddering-sore from its violent stretching last night. Her young legs shot wide apart, the big tendons in the inner thighs standing out like cables. Her dad, stopped by the spasmodic kink in her girlish vagina, also felt a tearing pain in his cock. "I think I've torn some skin off it," he moaned. "Oh, baby, did I hurt you very much?" They were both covered with sweat, and not simply from the heat of the day, or their efforts. The mutual pain had sent them both into a sort of shock.
The big man closed his eyes, put his hands on the girl's smooth thighs, his thumbs near her straining cuntlips, and said, "Hold on; I'm going to pull out!"
At once, his daughter grasped his wrists, crying, with tears of pain and remorse pouring down her cheeks. "No, Daddy! No! No! It's all right. I was just scared it would hurt me. I'm sorry I hurt you, though. But I am kind of small." She was trying to smile, and her dad, his heart melting with love and concern, stayed as he was, except that his limbs felt weak.
"You're so beautiful this way," he said, feeling like a fool. All women in this position looked the same way. And yet, and he was convinced of this, his daughter was more beautiful than the others.
"Let me lean down," he said, and got on his elbows. Normally, if his cock were in her all the way, he could not have reached her mouth with his. Now, with his tool only an inch or so in, their faces met and she clung to his sweated neck, tonguing him hungrily. It occurred to her, as she felt his cock throb inside her, that Joe and Cindy must be doing the same thing. Either that, or both of them had had the fuck-lust frightened out of them. The thought had its benefit. It took her mind off the deep, bruising pain in her twat, and she relaxed enough so that another two inches of her dad's heavy cock slipped into her. It was like a shot of some love potion. She fucked up at him, very hard, as she had tried to do with Jodie, and she felt the big tool strike something inside her. Her dad felt it, too, for he grunted and pulled out an inch, then shoved again.
"Is that my womb?" Eva asked excitedly. "Is it? What you're hitting, I mean. OOOOOH! It feels so good! It hurts, but it's a deep, good kind of hurt. Do all girls have that feeling?"
"I doubt it," her dad answered, glad to make talk to keep his mind off cumming. "Some pussies are so big, it's like sticking it out the window. You can't hit either sides or bottom."
"Whew!" Eva gasped. She licked the streaming sweat off her lips and smiled, although painfully. "It's hard to believe any girl could be too big for you, daddy! OHHHHH! Damn, that's wonderful! Am I going to make you cum?" She moved up at him, and felt pain again.
Her dad considered. Hurting her like this, he might not be able to get his nuts off. If he didn't, he'd have a sick headache and a hard pain in his balls all day. Even if she sucked him, now, he might not make it. If she didn't enjoy it, he thought, how could he? He made a sudden decision and backed out, his streaming cock leaving Eva with a vast, unsated ache in her young belly.
"No, no!" she cried, her eyes closed. "Put it back!"
Her dad picked her up and stood her by the bed. He put out a toe and dragged a footstool over. "Here," he ordered, "get on this."
He laughed as she stood irresolute on the stool, her cunt now just even with his balls. "Put one foot on the dresser," he said.
Eva gasped as her wet little pussy popped wide open. With her right leg on the stool, with her left leg extended so that her right foot was up on the dresser, they could both see that she was as open as she would ever be. And when the big man held her steady with his left arm and pushed down on his hard cock so that its head pressed right against her cuntal entry, she squealed with delight. "It'll go in'." she cried. "I just know it will go in this time. Oh, Daddy, come on, shove hard!"
He leaned forward and kissed her gently, feeling the soft, sweet muscles in her vaginal portal move instinctively as his tongue touched hers. "Stay steady," he warned. "Do you think we need more of that lubricant?"
"Look how my lubricant's pouring out," Eva said hoarsely. "It feels like a pint of it's running down my leg. Oh, daddy, make it go in me! Real deep! Oh, this is so wonderful! We can both watch it!"
She was, as near as she could with her legs so wide apart, and on different levels, dancing up and down. At each movement, a tiny bit of Kelly's prick slipped into her. It was fantastic. "This is the way, baby," he panted. "This is how to get it started. Look! Jesus Christ! I don't know if I can hold it much longer!"
"Hey, wait! Kiss my boob! Suck on it!" The tiny girl, absorbed in watching her tender body taking in that cock that had seemed so impossibly large, held one jiggling little cone up to her dad. He grinned and sucked it in. At once, her cunt opened and let him in another inch. Now, since they could both see perfectly, it was evident that only a couple of inches remained outside.
"I can't believe it, daddy!" Eva gasped. "There must be at least six inches in me. Ooooh! How hurty and good it feels! Ooooh! I just want to hold you around the neck and swing off this stool and get it all in! Clear up to my neck!"
"Well get it into your neck from the other way. Tonight." Her dad was breathing very hard. "Rise on your tippy-toes and come down," he gasped. "I think it'll go in. All of it! And when it does, I'll hold you and well fall on the bed and I'll fuck you there."
She looked directly into his eyes without seeing him, so deeply concentrated she was on the stretch, the loving pain of vast stretch, the feeling inside that she was completely filled with hard cock. She seemed to rise, then came down, and, as she did, her dad pushed up with all the power of his loins.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!" the child screamed, out of her head with the consummation of this act of love and generosity. She felt a great surge of power inside her, and did not know for sure whether it was her orgasm that was bursting, or the beginning of that sluicing flood of his jism that she had felt last night. This was deeper, far up her, and the standing position had made it possible, made the huge prick go into her.
It was trying to pour out of her, and he was pouring it into her as he held her to him, turned, and fell on the bed. He was careful to see that his weight did not crush her, but he held his loins to hers, making sure that all of his cock stayed in her all the way.
When he had been a kid, hanging around the Red Cross Pharmacy at the corner of Beckley and Jefferson in Marquez, he had asked an older boy, Tom Geltry, why guys all wished they had big cocks. "So there'll be more to feel good, I reckon," young Geltry had laughed. He knew, at this instant, that his friend had intuited a vast truth.
"Oh, God, baby, that's the best I've ever had," he groaned. "Am I killing you? OH, OH! OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD, BABY!! I ... CANT HELP IT!"
He could not see her face, but he could feel her small, strong body respond. She was fucking him with an instinctive art, an expertise that most women never learn. In his agony of delight, he could feel the strong young muscles of her cunt pushing the skin of his cock back, sucking at the tenderest part of his big hunk of peter.
She could not reach his neck, but she had her arms as far around his barrel chest as they would go, and her face was buried against his sweating skin. "OHHHH! COME ON, DADDY! CUM! CUM! I'M CUUUMMMIIINNNGGG! OHHHH! GRACIOUS GOODNESS! HOW LOVELY! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" And her young voice ran down as the violent fuck-motions of her young body slowed.
But the first thing she said, after her breath was less wild, was: "Please leave it in me, Daddy! Please don't take it out. Oh, it feels so good! So good!" And then, kissing him on the chest, "I know it's hard for you to hold yourself up. If you roll on your side, it'll stay in, wont it?"
He laughed. As he had last night, he felt a new rush of confidence. At this rate-and expecially if he could fuck a couple of those big-titted kids like Eva had brought home today-he could go out the way he used to. Fuck every gal in town, he boasted mentally, thinking of the ripeness of Myrna, the firm bodies of the young kids at the swimming pools, the lush charms of older women.
"It's still so big and hard!" his little girl cried, putting her hand down to their joined bodies as he rolled them both over. "Gee, Daddy, how long does it stay that way? Wow! Am I ever full of juice. Every time I breathe a little of it squirts down my leg."
"That's because you're a wonderful, sweet, tiny little chick with a lovely, sweet, tiny little cunt," her dad laughed. "You're so tight that my load of semen crowds you. And my cock's still hard. Listen, baby, if we stayed just this way, and I fucked into you just a little, every couple of minutes, it wouldn't go down at all. And in ten minutes, I could be ready to do it again."
She fucked against him, pouting. "Say it right," she ordered. "Don't give me that sissy 'I could do it again' business."
He grinned and lazily worked his big cock into her and out of her, pumping out a lot of his slick seed. "I could fuck you again, that's what I mean, Evie. You love those words. I'll bet you havent been using them very long, have you?"
She nestled against him, the cuddling movement of her body giving his sensitive cock an almost unbearable pleasure. "I've never said any such word in my life until yesterday," she breathed. "Never! Do you believe that, Daddy?"
He put his big hand behind her, into the slippery crack of her cum-flooded young ass, pressing his fingers against her tiny little asshole, against the hairy area around the lips which held his cock. "I believe anything you tell me, Evie," he whispered. "But listen, honey-I've got to pull it out and go back to work."
She protested, but let him pull his reeking cock out of her slippery hole. "He's a tiny bit smaller," she said. "And so sweet!"
She opened her mouth wide and took the big but softening head as deep as she could. She sucked, then licked carefully, then pulled away and held it while she licked it clean, clear down to his matted hair, which held white drops pumped out of her tight little cunt.
"I wish you didn't have to go," she pouted. "Now that we've gotten me so, well, so needful of sex. So hot for a fuck, I mean," she said, her dark eyes dancing. "I want to see if that works-for you to leave it in and screw again without taking it out. Can we?"
Her father zipped his pants and pulled a bright knit shirt over his head. He smiled at her, then bent and sucked hard and long on her cum-filled pussy, making her squeal as a cum-quake flooded her.
"Tonight, baby," he promised. "For sure tonight."